Wu Siliu

You won't understand it before you want to understand it.
After living with the old cripple for eighteen years, Shu Guan discovered that cultivation was actually a simple matter.
On the azure sea, a massive fleet of steel ships sailed against the wind and waves. Beneath the deep sea, a giant dragon opened its golden eyes and coldly looked up. 
Fighter jets roared, cutting through the clouds. Ahead, a large wing descended from the clouds, and a crane cried out in the vast sky. 
On the battlefield, artillery fire filled the sky, bullets flew, and amidst it all, sword energy could be faintly heard. 
This is a world where technology has risen, yet myths have not dissipated. 
The path to immortality has been severed, leaving only a solitary figure walking alone.

I Came From The Xanadu

Du Wenqiang walked into Zouma Hall with a cheerful smile on his face.


He was still wearing a long robe and leather shoes. When he walked, his left foot was not very flexible, and his right shoulder was slightly raised. It seemed no different from the day before yesterday when he entered this room.


But his spirit was completely different from the day before yesterday, and there was a kind of stability and precision in his steps.


Shu Guan looked up at Du Wenqiang and noticed the black and purple "aura" enveloping him, slowly swirling and merging, becoming more intense.


This man indeed still had a good fortune for a decade or so.


And the real good fortune was probably just beginning!


Du Wenqiang walked up to Shu Guan, glanced at the woman at the long table first, and paid no attention to her.


But with just that glance, Wei Xinqiao started to shiver involuntarily.


Because she had recognized who Du Wenqiang was.


Chapter 14: Sketching (Part 1)